Betrothed To My Bully

Prologue.

"Maybe he's planning his own funeral." Harry said and I looked at him as if he is crazy. Why would someone plan his own funeral.

"What? Why would he do that?" I asked him.

"Think about it, Li. He is arranged to marry you. You don't exactly treat him well and he can't go back to his parents because they'll send him right back to you. If he divorces you, his parents will disown him. He basically has no one in his corner and he thinks this will be his life forever. You have seen him yourself, Liam, he is depressed and I wouldn't be surprised if he is suicidal. And if he kills himself, his family isn't going to 'waste' money on someone who was too 'ungrateful' to live. So he is doing it himself." And suddenly, Harry made sense. I sat down and put my head in my hands.

"He can't die, Harry. I love him." I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

"Then you have to show him before it's too late." He said as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can't. It's not that easy." I said to him. "If I show that I love him, then I will be disowned." This whole arrangement is messed up and confusing.

"You have to decide then, what's more important? His life or your your stupid father who doesn't know what he wants. Think carefully." He said before leaving the house.